What starts with a single step?

Last week I bought a pedometer. Not your ordinary piece of plastic -- a real, state-of-the-art (by my standards) pedometer. Here's the way it works: you set your stride and the time & date, and clip it on. Get this--the pedometer automatically resets at midnight! It also came with SOFTWARE, so you can download your data and track your progress. The pedometer even senses when you do aerobic walking/running and will measure that as well (I have to take that on faith). I was so proud and happy as I made sure to eke out 10,000 steps a day, and I was successful beyond my dreams. For 3 days. Because on Day 4, I lost it. Somewhere in my travels, it fell off my waistband. I'm beyond bummed.

But, I am not about to give up. I own a treadmill. I know this because I just have to shift my view about 25 degrees from my TV to see it. It's there and I willfully ignore it. The other day, motivated by my new toy and the incredible last set of the gentlemen's Wimbledon final, I climbed on it. The dog looked at me sideways - that's how strange my behavior appeared to her (like she hasn't seen even worse over the years). I did 2 miles and I felt great.

So...somewhere out there, I hope someone found my pedometer, clipped it on and is getting into shape. I'm going home to the treadmill, where I'll do my 2 miles. I know is less than 10,000 steps, but it will have to be enough until I get a replacement. At least I'm providing some entertainment for my dog.